Note: This is the chapter that earns the M rating…. You have been warned! :)

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'Mercy (yeah yeah yeah) Why won't you release me (yeah yeah yeah) You got me beggin' you for mercy (yeah yeah yeah) Why won't you release me (yeah yeah yeah) I said release me (yeah yeah yeah)'

Alice groaned, burrowing further into her pillow as her phone beeped, indicating that she'd missed a call. She'd been too lazy to try and find her phone on the floor of Raphael's room, which was now lit thanks to the screen of her phone. She sighed as the boulder known as Raphael pulled her against him a little tighter, using her as his personal pillow, head resting against that spot between her shoulder and neck.

'Mercy (yeah yeah yeah)'

"God dammit," muttered Alice, slowly pulling from Raphael, eyes blurry from sleep as she did her best to open them.

'Why won't you release me (yeah yeah yeah)'

She slid over the edge of her bed, the smiling face of her sister mocking her on the screen of her phone. She was tempted to hit the ignore button and go back to sleep, and then remembered that it was her sister and that she was supposed to love her.

'You got me beggin' you for-'

"WHAT?"

"Oh, she's alive! You know how worried I've been? I've tried calling you a hundred times!" scolded Danica on the other end.

"So sorry," said Alice, yawning, a grumbling Raphael pulling his pillow over his head to block out the conversation. She rubbed her eyes, pulling back the phone to look at the screen. Her eyes widened, and then narrowed. "It's six o'clock in the fucking morning!"

"Oh is it?" asked an amused Danica. "I had no idea."

"What is so damned important?"

"Oh, I dunno, my state of mind? I'm pregnant; you need to keep me happy, not worried that my sister is shot up in the gutter somewhere in New York!"

"Drama Queen."

"Can you have this conversation somewhere else?" asked Raphael, practically growling at her from under the pillow.

"No," whispered Alice the same time Danica asked who was talking. "No one, just a bed mate."

"Oh, God, Alice, really?"

"I have a life you know," said Alice, smirking before yawning. "Ok, ok, I'm alive and well. I'll call you in another five hours."

"I have a doctor's appointment," said Danica. "Can I call you after?"

"Yeah, yeah, so long as it is five hours or later from now."

"Fine! Enjoy your…. Bed partner…" Alice couldn't see her, but she was certain Danica had an awkward look on her face. "Yeah… Bye."

Click.

"Christ," muttered Alice, making sure to silence her phone before dropping it back to the floor. She reached for the pillow but Raphael wasn't relenting in his grip. "C'mon, Raph, gimmie."

"Get yer own."

"Raph!" whined Alice, who then had an idea. Smirking, she turned onto her side to face him sleeping on his plastron, and then drew closer. She bent down, lips pressing against his upper arm. She saw his fingers clench against the pillow, then relax. She ran her soft fingertips from his wrist down to his elbow, her lips moving up to his shoulder. When he stirred, she smiled against his green skin as he lifted the arm she'd been paying special attention to and coiled it around her slim waist. She uttered a small squeak when she ended up on her back, a grumpy turtle above her.

"What're ya doing?"

"Isn't it obvious," she asked, both hands now slightly massaging his shoulders.

"Yeah. Why? For a damn pillow?" he asked.

"No?"

"I'm too damn tired to argue with ya," he muttered, grabbing the pillow then practically shoving it at her before rolling onto his side, facing away from her. Though it was a victory, Alice felt a little cheated. She wanted to play around a little, not have him teed off. She'd actually been ready to just go without. Irritated, she rose the pillow up and thwacked him on the head with it as she tossed it in his direction. "WHAT DA-"

"You can have it," said Alice.

"Why I outta…" He threw the pillow back at her. "I don't want it!"

Alice sat up on her knees, pillow in her hands, and smacked him with it again. He grunted, yanking the pillow from her grasp and tossing it to the floor before tackling her down and once again Alice had a turtle on top of her but instead of glaring at her he was kissing the life outta her. Happy with the turn of events she brought her legs up, her inner thighs pressing against his outer. In the short sessions they've had, Raphael had been quick to learn how to kiss her with the varying sizes of their mouths. His three fingered hands were bunching up the fabric of the mattress sheet while her fingertips moved over the familiar plates of his caprice. She smiled as he sucked in a breath after her fingers brushed against the skin between the shell and plastron.

"Tell me where to touch you," she said huskily against his lips.

"Everywhere," he answered, a hand moving up from her knee to her hip, a surprising amount of heat transferring through the fabric of her sleeping pants to her skin. Her body trembled deliciously as his hand traveled up under her sleeping shirt, her scarred lips releasing an almost whimper as his calloused hand brushed against her sensitive nipple. Growling, he sat up on his knees, sitting her up with him, and she laughed as he yanked her shirt off over her head. One hand immediately went to her hair, tangling his thicker fingers in her tresses while the other eagerly cupped a breast. Raphael has never been with a woman before but he's watched plenty of porn and caught glimpses of bedroom scenes in Master Splinter's stories to get somewhat of an idea.

His mouth trailed down her neck as he eased her back onto her back. He was eager to have her bare underneath him and so was she. His lips moved from her neck to a breast and her delicate yet deadly hands cupped his bald head as he curiously explored the area with his mouth and tongue, both hands slowly making their way to the waistband of her bottoms.

"Take 'em off," she ordered, and who was he to argue. He did so and a real growl escaped him as she was finally FINALLY naked. She eagerly pulled him back against her and he shivered at the contact of her skin against his. Her hands slid from his shoulders down his sides to his lower shell and she leaned up to whisper huskily into the slit of his ear: "Come out come out wherever you are…"

The pressure in his shell was intense and his dark amber eyes met hers. Her hand was right over the area and he sighed as he let himself drop and then hissed in a breath as her hand surrounded him. He saw her eyes widen slightly, as if surprised by the size of him, but any sort of smart-ass remark he had died on his lips as her entire hand started traveling up and down his length.

"Fuck," he cursed, almost falling on top of her as she expertly maneuvered over his length, thumb caressing the tip. "Jesus Alice…"

"I want you inside me…" She grabbed his hand and brought it between her legs and all he felt was liquid heat. "See how much I want you, Raphael? Take me…"

That was all the invitation he needed. It took them an awkward moment to shift around and get the positioning right but when they did they both got lost in the pleasure of, well, fucking. Who was to call it love making when they really only JUST tolerated each other? He enjoyed the feeling of being inside her as well as her nails against his scalp or that patch of skin on his shoulders above his shell. She showed him where to touch to make her fall apart in his arms and when her blue-weren't they supposed to be brown?- eyes met his he felt a sudden tightness surround him inside her and he clenched his jaw to keep from crying out and with a few more deep thrusts he burrowed his face against her neck, tightened his grip he had on her hips, and released himself inside her with a deep churr. Resisting the urge to collapse on top of her he slowly pulled out of her then fell onto his carapace.

She sighed deeply, completely satisfied and drained of energy, but she reached deep down to rise up from the bed and look for some clothes. At his curious look she explained while searching for the clothes he tossed around the room.

"Last thing I need is Mikey coming in here and seeing me naked."

"Wise decision. I'd pound him."

He watched her as she dressed, arms folded back behind his head. She quickly returned to the bed, pulling the covers up, reclaiming the pillow before lying back down. He pulled her close, her back to his front, lips pressing against the tattoo at the back of her neck then the top of her shoulder, before he reclaimed the same position he'd been in before her phone rang. Almost timidly he took her hand, his thick thumb caressing the inside of a wrist where another tattoo resided.

"Yer eyes changed color…"

"Yeah," she responded, eyes closed. "Noticed that… I'll ask Donnie about it tomorrow…"

"Yer tattoo feels warm," he commented.

"Probably cause I just got my world rocked by a ninja turtle."

Raphael chuckled, body shaking with a sort of mirth he's yet to feel in his entire lifetime. He felt her body relax against him and knew when she'd fallen back asleep. He was basking in the moment. He'd just had sex with a woman, something he never thought ever to be possible, and he let himself grin because no one was around to tease him. When a yawn hit him hard, he relaxed even more and this time, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. Surrounded and comforted by her scent he was unaware that within the next few hours, all hell would break loose.

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Alice awakened some time later, the heavy weight of Raphael still at her back. She carefully maneuvered out from under his arm but even then he still awakened, golden eyes watching her every move. She stretched her arms above her head and offered him a quick smile.

"Go back to sleep. I'm going to go check in on Eve."

Raphael didn't argue. He loved his sleep. He snatched the pillow she'd been hogging the entire night and soon his soft snores filled the room. Shaking her head at the turtle, she quietly exited the room, making sure to take her phone with her incase Danica called. Checking the time she saw it was nine and upon entering Leo's room she found it empty. Frowning, she quickly found a pair of black, fuzzy slippers from her bag and pulled those on as well as a matching black robe over her sleeping attire because it was especially chilly that morning. Looking over the railing she saw Splinter watching the news with Eve sitting by his side. Alice's eyes traveled to the monitors and she practically growled when seeing Eve's picture posted, indicating that she was 'missing'. Splinter's ears perked and she knew he'd heard her.

Alice sailed down the stairs, going to the sofa where her friend was staring at the screen with a lost look on her face. Alice sat down beside her and pulled her in close and Eve didn't fight the urge to wrap her arms around her friend.

"I'll call the news station today and get them up to speed so that no one will be looking for you," said Alice. "In fact I'll do that right now. Do you need anything?"

"A new life?"

Alice chuckled. "That's what I'm working on."

Donatello chose that moment to come in with a large pot of tea for Splinter, Alice assumed, and two large mugs of coffee. Upon seeing Alice he smiled brightly. That was her first clue that something was off, he was always weary around her and now? It was like they were long lost friends.

"Morning!" he called out.

"Morning…"

"I have coffee," said Donatello, making Eve and Alice moan in delight. Strange behavior be damned, he brought her coffee!

"I love you," said Alice grabbing a mug of black coffee.

"Thank you," said Eve shyly, making the purple bandana turtle smile and look down at the ground.

'Hm,' thought Alice. 'That's why he's all buddy-buddy…Interesting.'

"I know Alice likes her coffee black… Do you want milk or anything?"

"Nope," said Eve. "I like it black as well."

"Me too," said Don and Alice looked between the two of them, then at Splinter who surprisingly winked at her.

"So… I'm going to go nip this in the butt and call the news stations to get them to stop saying you're missing." Alice rose from her seat, coffee and phone in hand. "Got a phonebook?"

"Yeah," said Don. "I'll show you."

Eve rose from the sofa as well, following Donatello and Alice to the kitchen. Alice quickly paged through the book and found a number and while she started yelling at the news station for being idiots and explaining that she (Alice was pretending to be Eve) was not missing and instead hiding from a psycho ex- Eve left. Though they were all aware of her situation, hearing it spoken out loud was more than a little embarrassing. What was even more embarrassing was the soft, sympathetic looks she got from Donatello. She hated feeling weak, and thought she was past it, and after the events of yesterday: she knew she wasn't.

"Hey."

She jumped, almost sloshing coffee onto her hand.

"Sorry," apologized Donatello, leaning in close to make sure her hand was ok. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," said Eve bitingly, making him now the startled one. "I wasn't scared, ok? You just… surprised me."

"I'M NOT FUCKING MISSING YOU GOD DAMNED MORONS!"

Even and Don both winced at the venomous words coming out of Alice's mouth. Eve ran a hand through her mussed red hair then adjusted the glasses she wore before sighing. She looked down at her feet and was proud for not jumping out of her skin when Donatello put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Hey. It's going to be ok."

"No… it's not. I've been running for how long now and he still managed to find me."

"We won't let him hurt you. Ever again."

She looked up, her lost blue eyes connecting with his brown, before offering him a smile. She could tell Donatello was a gentle soul not only from his eyes but the way he'd comforted her the night before when she'd awakened to him setting her down on the borrowed bed. She had panicked, at first, but his soft and soothing words had calmed her, just as his eyes were now.

"Thank you Donatello."

"You're welcome," he said around a blush, and seeing him blush made her blush and they were all sorts of discombobulated.

"At least it's a Saturday," said Eve. "I don't have to call in sick to work or anything yet."

"See? Good news already," said Don.

"Are you always so optimistic?"

"When the situation calls for it, yes, yes I am."

Eve laughed but it was cut short when Alice walked out of the kitchen, looking more than a little irritated.

"Those guys are fucking morons," said Alice. "But the broadcasts of you being missing will stop. I told them if they kept posting missing bulletins of me being missing when I want to remain hidden I'd sue them and everyone affiliated with them."

"So you scared them into submission," said an amused Eve.

"Something like that," said Alice, grinning, before turning to Don. "Oh, hey, so funny fact? My eyes have been changing color."

"You don't say?" Donatello peered closer. "They are brown now."

"Mikey said they were blue last night. Raphael mentioned it too and I looked in the mirror and saw that they were grey."

"Perhaps your powers are messing with your genetics?" He gestured toward his lab. "If I could run a few tests…"

"Oh, yay, the poking and prodding begins," said Alice, taking her cup of coffee with her. "C'mon Eve, this could be fun."

"You sure you want me around?"

"I've already had to deal with my crabby, pregnant sister this morning as well as a snotty receptionist… I need you, Evey!"

Eve sighed. "I'm coming."

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"Are you done taking blood? I feel a little woozy," complained Alice.

"Yes," said Donatello, taking her hand and inspecting the tattoos. "You said Raphael said they felt warm?"

"Yep. I couldn't tell the different though."

"Well would there be a reason?" he asked, making notes. He looked up at her silence and saw mirth dancing in her eyes. "Were you doing some sort of activity that would raise your temperature?"

"Maybe…" She took a long sip of coffee and Donatello grew confused as Eve choked on her coffee-then immediately got it and looked down.

"O-Oh I see…"

"I mean, a massive release like that could trigger…" Alice started, only to be halted by Donatello's raised hand.

"I got it." He cleared his throat and Alice knew that if he'd been wearing a tie now, he'd probably have loosened it. "Ok, so the tattoo on your right wrist is the Japanese symbol for fire. Your left is water; neck is earth, and ankle air. I've read up on the daimyo and the legend was that he was powerful man and that his enemies often were overtaken thanks to his 'powers'."

"Fast like the wind, destructive like fire, yada yada, he was your regular Captain America gone rogue. What's this have to do with me? I'm handed these powers. Well what for? What do they do?"

"Well, there is a prophecy…" Alice groaned. "I'm reading into it."

"I wish I could ram this sword up Karai's ass for getting me into this mess," muttered Alice, running her hands through her hair. Eve patted her shoulder. "So, what? I just sit here and wait for Armageddon?"

"Like I said, I'm looking into it. Most of the script is easy to understand because it's in Japanese but over time people have dumbed it down so that it makes no sense."

"So long as the prophecy doesn't include the world ending like most TV shows and movies, I'll be happy."

"If you want," said Eve, looking at Donatello. "I can take a look at it for you. Sometimes a fresh pair of eyes is helpful."

"You know Japanese?"

"Very little," said Eve. "I know Spanish and German more. My parents were very persuasive when it came to learning a language other than English. But if you read it to me, out loud, then…"

"I got it," said Donatello, smiling at her, and once again Alice felt like no one knew she was in the room, so she cleared her throat, making the duo jump.

"You two have fun with that. I have a date with Splinter and…" Alice made a face. "Meditation."

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"I'm sorry, Sir," said the receptionist at the news station, almost sinking further down into her seat at the evil glare she was receiving. "She called and threatened to sue us if we said she was missing again. She was very, very upset."

"Worthless," shouted Victor, making a fist and slamming it down on the receptionist's desk. She gave a startled squeak and the ruckus drew the attention of the security guard. Raising his hands up in defeat, Victor left the building and calmly entered the back seat of his black Lincoln Town Car. "Take me back to the penthouse."

At the driver's nod, Victor took out his cell phone, ignoring the coked out woman in the seat next to him that looked like she'd OD'd, and dialed a number. It rang once, twice, and then was answered.

"I need a favor… With our business dealings in the past I'd have expected you to be more… cooperative. Do you wish to lose an investor such as myself?" He smiled. "I thought not." He leaned back in the seat, the leather creaking under his weight. "I have a certain item I lost and wish to have back. Meet me at my private residence and we can discuss your payment and deadline… Yes. Seven and not a minute late."

Victor sighed as he turned off his phone. He looked to his left and frowned when seeing that the woman was clearly not breathing. He again rolled down his window. "We need to make a side trip to the east docks to dispose of… this."

"Yes, Sir," said the driver who knew better than to ask questions.

Once again, Victor settled back into his seat. He would get Eve back, and when he did, he would show her what happened when you tried to run away from Victor Wendt. Perhaps when he was done with her, he'd focus his energies on her little friend next. He gently rubbed his bandaged hand, the burns on his flesh still sensitive.

"Who are you," he pondered, and wondered if he added in a few more thousand dollars of the Foot Clan could take care of her as well.

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TBC…

Next Chapter:

- Victor and Karai's evil plot
- A visit from April and Casey
- A new crime fighting duo?